025. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Do you know how much a bag of conversation hearts cost? Not even a bag, a box. A simple box where I'm from is less than a dollar. What does a dollar say? Cheap. Try getting into someone's pants with these puppies and you're looking into a cold, lonely Valentine's Day. Chocolate is what the women want. Not Milky Way--though you get your point across right there--run of the mill store crap.

Consider the amount of starch you're consuming. Blegh. There's a reason why those suckers and candy corn are more accessible only once a year.

The secret added raises the value. You can't converse with them. I'm sure plenty will spark.  So, tell me LOVE what's the news.

[ooc; Guess who doesn't realize there's a lil seekrit of his floating around?]

Comments

[written-rancor.livejournal.com]

Not to mention the hearts taste chalky anyway.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Ah, a voice of reason and insight!

[written-rancor.livejournal.com]

I guess it's more safe than if it were to rain chocolate, but...

I'd really, really like some chocolate.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

There'd be riots in the street if it were raining chocolate.

Sounds especially good right now.

[written-rancor.livejournal.com]

Hate to sound like a cynic, but we could always use a good riot, especially over something that important.

You could ask one of the deities to alternate between Godiva and Cadbury?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

If you're ashamed of being cynical, don't try it at home. I think at least in a riot the shamelessness would be fun.

May as well ask for a foot rub to go with it.